My friend Arlene paid me the nicest compliment yesterday. "You've made an English cottage garden," she said, walking down the stone path through my front yard past yellow daylilies, purple sage, Spanish lavender, and exquisite Praire Sun black-eyed susans. Her pleasure made memories of the back-breaking work of the past two springs fade.
I'm having luck with tomatoes this year, finally. Bigger Boy, Better Boy and Sweet 100 are tall, lush and sporting both flowers and little fruits. MMmmmmmmmmmmm. Can't wait for that home grown flavor. We'll see if the compost I've been nursing along for three seasons will do the job.
Georgia
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